This is going to be one of those posts that does not really have a purpose, but it is Crunch Time, a.k.a. finals week, and we all know that the last thing that anyone is doing, God forbid, is some actual work.  So, for my two loyal readers – Sarah, who reads this because I set my blog to her home page and I suspect that she doesn’t know how to change it back and my Mom, who reads this because she birthed me and I tell her to – here is a short and hopefully amusing story that will provide a welcome distraction to whatever paper and/or final is currently and methodically demoralizing your spirit.  Here goes.

To those few who know me, it is not a particularly startling secret that I have trouble getting up in the morning.  It’s an unfortunate combination of my chronic lack of sleep and my general laziness, which is a rather formidable characteristic of mine in its own right.  To combat this, I usually set several alarms – occasionally numbering in the double-digits – at one-minute intervals to ensure that I rouse myself out of bed each morning.

One particular morning, I reached to grab my computer to turn off the alarm but got in a tussle with the Ethernet cable and instead flung my Macbook several feet across the room.  Not only that, but my bed is also positioned on the highest level that the frame permits and my computer plummeted a significant distance to my messy floor.  My bed's tremendous altitude is the result an ill-conceived experiment, the unfortunate result of which I have been too lazy to rectify (see how this all ties together?).

In any case, my computer screen is mostly broken.  I can only use about the top-third, give or take an inch, and that is how I am now painstakingly writing this entry.

(And here is a pathetic addendum:  I borrowed someone’s computer to use and looked up during my work to see myself on Facebook on both machines, my damaged Macbook included.  If that isn’t rock-bottom, I don’t know what is.)